“Well, my friend, I shall go over yonder, and with my forty men I shall carry him off, pack him up, and bring him into France, where two modes of proceeding present themselves to my dazzled eyes.”
“Oh! and to mine too,” cried Planchet, transported with enthusiasm. “We will put him in a cage and show him for money.”
“Well, Planchet, that is a third plan, of which I had not thought.”
“Do you think it a good one?”
“Yes, certainly, but I think mine better.”
“Let us see yours, then.”
“In the first place, I shall set a ransom on him.”
“Of how much?”
“Peste! a fellow like that must be well worth a hundred thousand crowns.”
“Yes, yes!”